Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance) (27 page)

“Well, our little Hope is going to be a drummer, it
looks like. And, one of the best drummers in the world, I'll bet.”

“Yes. I’m sure that’s exactly what she’ll be,” I
laughed.

“There we go, ordered and paid for,” Asher chimed.
“Our little girl's first set of drums will be here tomorrow.”

“You do realize the house is gonna get a lot noisier.”

“I'll build her a soundproof studio.”

“Good thinking, build the two-year-old a music studio.
That’s not spoiling her,” I gave him a look.

“What? Ed can use it, too,” he defended himself.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, about next month…”

“Our wedding anniversary,” he said with a sly grin as
he pushed up next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I know, and I've
been thinking about it. I'm really leaning more towards the Seychelles for our
trip. How do you feel about that?”

“The Seychelles sounds just perfect, my love. White
sand beaches, snorkeling, and cruises on a turquoise ocean. That sounds like
heaven right now.”

“I know. I can't wait! I'll go ahead and get
everything booked.”

“How are things at the agency?” I asked him.

I'd stopped working there the day I'd almost lost Hope—the
day we finally dropped our walls and started our life together. But that didn't
mean I'd lost my ambition or my drive. We just realized that it would be better
for us if we weren't working together. So, after I'd given birth, I'd started
my own consulting company, taking my experience and talent to the highest
bidders—unless that bidder was Brendan Savage—and doing it from the comfort of
home.

However, despite the money, the success, the house, and
the cars, the most valuable things in my life weren't those that money could
buy. They were my adoring husband Asher and my beautiful daughter Hope, the
light of both our lives. I didn't know what I'd do without either of them. Hope
was napping on the sofa, looking too cute for words. I had to take a pic of her
to send Ed, so I stretched and stood in the Sunday morning sunlight beaming
through the wall of windows as I took out my phone and got the camera ready.

“She looks absolutely adorable, doesn't she?” Asher
said as he gazed lovingly at our daughter.

“She has your eyes,” I said.

“And your smile,” he replied.

I crept up to her as she slept, doing my best to keep
quiet and not rouse her from her slumber. She stirred, and I froze momentarily,
but then she smiled in her sleep and burbled softly. I aimed the camera at her
cherub-like face and snapped a shot. The lighting was just perfect. I uploaded
the picture to Facebook, with a suitable amount of hearts and smiley faces.

The first “like” came from Asher, of course. I looked
up at him with a grin.

“Mr. Sinclair, are you stalking me on Facebook?” I
whispered.

“Why, I'd never do such a thing Mrs. Sinclair. You’re
a married woman,” he said in a tone of mock shock.

We both laughed, and I eased over to him and jumped
into his arms. He caught me with a laugh, swung me around in a circle and then
planted a deep, sensuous kiss on my lips, which got my heart racing and my
cheeks flushed with heat. Even after marriage and a child, he was still able to
turn me on with a mere glance, or a touch.

Still in his arms, I disengaged from the kiss as the
phone in my hand buzzed. It was a notification from Facebook.

“Ed likes the photo,” I said. “And he just sent a
message saying hi to both of us.”

“Say hi back. He and I need to have a beer when his
band gets back from touring.”

“I'll tell him.”

“Oh, and Meg wants to come over early before dinner.
Shall I tell her we're free now?”

He kissed me before answering, and again electricity
rippled across my skin.

“Not just yet,” he said. “You and I have some
unfinished business to attend to.”

“Oh we do?” I asked with a cheeky grin.

“Yeah. In the bedroom. Around…now, I think.”

“I'll tell her to come over in an hour then.”

He kissed me passionately, and we were both panting
when he disengaged.

“Make it two hours,” he whispered. “Make it two...”

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BILLIONAIRE’S FLIGHT

By
Alexa Davis and Claire Adams

This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright
© 2016 Alexa Davis

Chapter
One

Austin

"
That
was
just what I needed," declared the gorgeous blonde as she rolled off of me
onto her back. She flung an arm over her head and exhaled as she wrapped the
sheet around her tanned torso and sunk into the pillows next to me. She laughed
softly as she turned and said, "You doing okay, tiger?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled.
"It was just what I needed, too."

"Good," she said as she lightly
brushed my arm with her fingers before squeezing my hand and looking sideways.
"Need another round?"

"Nah, I'm good," I said,
returning the squeeze. "You?"

"I'm good." She smiled as she
let go, threw off the sheet, and rolled over. She sat up and stretched, giving
me a view of her full breasts before standing up and walking to the bathroom.

"That ass of yours ought to be
illegal," I called after her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she laughed.
"Tell it to the judge, tiger!"

I chuckled as I swung my legs over the
edge of the thick mattress and bent over to retrieve my boxers. I hated these
things with a passion. Actually, I hated all clothing; it felt confining and
restricting, but my mother had raised me to be a proper gentleman and so I
adhered to social norms and wore what felt least restricting. I sighed as I
looked at the deep blue silk shorts in my hand and then pulled them on before getting
up and calling room service.

"I can't stay, you know," the
blonde called from the bathroom. "I've got a date later and I'm going to
have to eat something with him."

"Did I say that I was ordering
anything for you, smart ass?" I muttered in an irritated tone before
calling back, "Okay, no problem."

"I heard that," she said as she
exited the bathroom.

"Heard what?" I feigned
innocence.

"I heard you mutter under your breath
out here." She smiled as she walked toward me. She was wearing a dress
that wound its way around her curves like a dangerous mountain road and I shot
her an approving smile as I flipped through the television channels looking for
the Yankees game. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek before saying,
"You know, Austin, you really need to find a woman who will do more than
agree to a quick roll in the hay with you."

"But I like how we operate,
Anna," I told her as I popped open a beer and took a long drink from the
icy cold bottle. "It works for both of us, doesn't it?"

"It does indeed," she nodded as
she dropped to her knees and bent to look under the bed for her shoes. Once
she'd located the black stilettos, she pulled them out and sat down on the edge
of the four-poster bed. "But you do realize that even I am going to find a
guy to settle down with one of these days and then all of our fun times will be
over, don't you?"

"Aww, you'd stop just 'cause you got
married?" I pouted as I clicked through the channels, finally finding the
game. I silently cheered when I saw the Yankees were leading the Mets.

"Austin," Anna said as she
walked around the half-circle of the couch I was sitting on and dropped down
next to me. She took the remote and beer and set them on the coffee table
before taking both of my hands in her beautifully manicured own. She looked at
me seriously as she said, "You are such a good guy. You've done so many
amazing things and you have so much to offer the right woman, but you and I
both know I'm not her. I'm perfectly happy being Ms. Right Now, but you need to
find someone. You need a woman who will love you and treat you like the great
guy you are."

"Aww shucks, Anna." I smiled a
little as I looked down at the thick gray carpeting beneath our feet and made a
note to tell the head of housekeeping that it needed to be spot cleaned.

"You're looking at the spot on that
carpet making mental notes, aren't you?" she laughed, shaking her head.

"What? No!" I denied as I shook
my head and looked up at her.

"Austin Marks," she said as she
reached up and gently stroked my cheek. "I wish I was the woman who could
set your heart on fire, but I'm not. I do, however, believe she's out there
somewhere. You're just going to have to look a little closer and try a little
harder."

"Now you're just blowing sunshine up
my ass, cupcake," I grinned. She let go of my hands and punched me on the
shoulder.

"You are absolutely
infuriating!" she laughed. "Now, give me money for a cab."

"Wait, I'm financing your
transportation to your date?" I said with mock resentment.

"Indeed you are, sweetheart."
She smiled. "You know how this works. We both get what we need and then
you give me cab fare!"

"You are such a scam artist,
Anna." I shook my head sadly as I reached into my pants and grabbed some
cash. "Here, tip the guy well for a change, will you?"

"Who me?" she protested. "I
always tip well! You're the cheapskate!"

She bent down and took the cash out of my
hand as she kissed my cheek. I looked up at her, wishing I could feel something
more than just friendship and sexual attraction for her, then smiled as she
pranced to the door and turned to blow me a kiss before she exited.

"See you next time, Austin!" she
chirped.

"Yeah, yeah, next time." I waved
at her with a friendly grin.

As I sat on the couch waiting for my room
service order, I thought about what she's said and about how all of the wealth
I'd inherited and amassed wasn't making it any easier to meet women or make
real connections with them. I wanted something more, but I had no idea how to
get it, so I contented myself with occasional connections with a few women
friends like Anna who understood my situation. It wasn't ideal, but for now, it
was the best I could do.

Chapter
Two

Emily

"
Mom
,
guess what?" I practically shouted into the phone as I stood off to the
side of the terminal. "I got it!"

"Got what, baby?" she asked in a
distracted tone. I knew she was at work, but I had to tell her my good news.

"I got the promotion!" I said
excitedly. "I'm going to be working in first class now!"

"That's great, baby," my mother
replied enthusiastically. "When did you find out?"

"Just a few minutes ago, Linda came
and told me that I'll be on a flight to Sydney tomorrow and that I'll be in
first class!" I didn't try to hide the excitement I was feeling. My mother
knew how important this promotion was and how hard I'd worked for it.

"Oh Emily, this is so
wonderful!" she cried. Then in a serious voice she asked, "Have you
told Tom yet?"

"No, not yet, but I will," I
assured her. "I'm on my way back from Los Angeles this afternoon, so I'll
be in Vegas by dinnertime."

"Why don't you call him?" she
asked.

"Mom, you know why," I warned.

"I know, but I keep hoping that
things will turn around and that you two will be able to make it work,"
she sighed.

"I know, but you know how he
is," I said quietly.

"But let's not get weighed down in
that,” she said softly. “When do you leave for Sydney?"

"Thursday morning," I told her.
"I've got to get things in order before I head out for that hop. I'll be
gone for almost a week."

"Is this constant travel healthy for
you, baby?" she asked seriously.

"Mom, I'm twenty-three. I can handle
just about anything they throw at me," I laughed. "You worry too
much."

"I know, but you're my baby and it's
my job to worry," she laughed with me. I knew my mother was worried about
far more than my health, but I didn't want to give her cause for any more worry
than was necessary, so I didn't talk about the fact that traveling three out of
four weeks of the month was far better than being home.

"I know, I know," I sympathized.
"I wish you would have had one more kid, you know? Just so I'd have
someone to share the worry burden with and take the focus off of me all the
time!"

My mother laughed loudly and then started
coughing. I laughed with her until I realized that she couldn't catch her
breath.

"Mom? Mom?" I called trying to
get her to focus on speaking. "Mom, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she finally
croaked. After a few moments, she continued in a cheerful tone, "I just
swallowed wrong and it went down my windpipe. That'll teach me to drink coffee
and scold you at the same time!"

"Are you sure?" I asked, worried
that she wasn't telling me something.

"Oh, absolutely sure!" she
assured me. "You worry too much, baby. I'm completely fine. I just
swallowed wrong."

"Alright, well," I hesitated.
"Then, I'll come around and take you to lunch tomorrow, okay? Around one,
is that okay?"

"Sure, that would be lovely,
sweetie," she said. I could hear her smile through the phone connection.
"But you do not need to worry about me. Really."

"Alright, then I won't," I lied.
"I'll be there to pick you up at one tomorrow, okay?"

"I'll be looking forward to it,
honey," she said. "We'll celebrate your good news in style!"

"I love you, Mom," I said.

"I love you, too, Emily," she
said and then she was gone.

#

I
felt a hand on my shoulder as I hung up the phone and turned to find Trish
standing behind me.

"Hey, lady," I smiled as I
tucked the phone into my purse and closed it. "What are you doing?"

"Picked up a red-eye to New York and
decided to eat dinner in the terminal before I go to the lounge for a
bit," she said as she hugged me. "Congratulations, darlin'! I heard
about the promotion from the gate crew."

"Thanks, Trish," I said as I
returned the hug. Trish was my best friend at Marks Air. We'd been hired at the
same time and had gone through three weeks of training together. If it hadn't
have been for Trish, I might have quit the first week. She was everything I was
not. A tall, curvy redhead with a voice that sounded like cream poured into
whiskey, she commanded the attention of everyone, but particularly men. She was
constantly fending off the advances of over-amorous passengers and pilots
alike, and as a result, had developed an exterior shell that I strived to
emulate. She was an expert at telling people to go to hell and having them look
forward to the trip.

"You tell the old man yet?" she
asked as she scanned the terminal for possible dinner options.

"Not yet," I sighed.
"Tonight, though. Maybe I'll make him something special for dinner and
break it to him easy."

"You'd think the jerk would be happy
about you getting promoted," she said. "I mean, you'll get a raise
and a more regular schedule."

"The raise will be great and he'll
love it," I said. "The schedule, well, I think both of us look
forward to the time we don't have to spend together more and more these
days."

"Why do you stay with him?" she
asked point blank. "If you are both miserable, why do you maintain this
farce of a marriage?"

"Because," I said, not quite
knowing how to answer her question without laying myself bare to a host of
other questions.

"Because what?" she pushed.
"Because you feel sorry for him? Because you are worried about how he'll
respond? Because you're concerned about being judged by society? Wake up,
buybacks, it's 2015, not 1950."

"You don't understand..." I
trailed off, knowing that she did, in fact, understand.

"The hell I don't," she shot
back. "The hell I don't."

"I know," I said softly.
"I'm just worried about how he'll take it. You know how he struggles with
the injury and how down he can get. I just worry that..."

"Emily Anne Martin Warner," she
said in a stern voice. "You are not responsible for the feelings of the
entire world. You are not responsible for making a man comfortable with the
choices he needs to make. A man, I might add, who has had time and opportunity
to come to grips with the changes that we all have to deal with. Life happens,
deal with it."

"I know, I know," I repeated.
"I'm just trying to think about how I can tell him without making him feel
like less."

"And, people wonder why I am still
single," she huffed. "I'm going to point them toward your marriage
when they ask."

"Don't be mean, Trish," I said
sadly. "We're all doing the best we can."

"I know, sweetie," she said with
a contrite look as she pulled me to her and hugged me again. "I'm sorry.
Sometimes I get all high and mighty in an attempt to defend my own life
choices. It's your life, you choose and I'll be there to help you deal with the
consequences."

"Thanks, Trish," I smiled as I
stepped back and looked at my watch. "Oh crap, I need to get to the gate!
We leave in an hour and I am in charge of business today. Gotta run! I'll see
you later this week?"

"Yes! I'm on the Thursday flight!"
she yelled.

"See you then!" I yelled over my
shoulder as I sprinted down the concourse with a smile.

No matter how Tom reacted to the news of
my promotion, at least I knew I could talk about it with Trish on the flight to
Sydney.